Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies. Thy two brea...sts are like two young roes that are twins. Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

According to fiction, the hillman is a seven-foot combination of malnutrition and hookworm, asleep on his front porch with the dog...s. His great bare feet, dangling off the porch, flap from time to time when the flies get too pesky, but nothing awakens him except a hound's salute to a stranger. Then he shoots up his astounding neck to its full length, ogles the visitor, and on his hunting horn blows a series of long and short blasts that means, "Hide yore stills and oil yore guns; they air a stranger h'yar."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

All I have to dois hear his name...and every hair on my bodyjust bristles with desire.When I seethe moon of his face,this frame of mineoozes sweat like a moonstone.When that manas dear to me as breathsteps close enough to meto stroke my neck,the thought of jealousyis shattered in my heartthat's hard as diamondsometimes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Tired,she looked up the path...her lover would takeas far as her eyes could see.On the roads,traffic ceasedat the end of dayas night slid over the sky.The traveller's pained wifetook a single step towards home,said, "Could he not have come at this instant?"and quickly craning her neck around,looked up the path again.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »